Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Love dragon shifters? Join the
adventure and romance in Where Sleeping
Dragons Lie, a standalone fantasy romance in the Skeleton Key multi-author book series!

Blurb:

Skeleton Key Book Series

One Skeleton Key. Endless Adventures.

Some doors can only be unlocked by the right hand…

It was in her
friend’s rare books shop that Briana Wright first saw Taron Hildebrand, a
too-gorgeous-to-be-real twenty-something Englishman dressed for a night at the
opera rather than an obscure shop in midtown. Unnerved by his unusual
orange-tinted hazel eyes and flustered by his intensity and charm, her initial
alarm raises several notches with his immediate interest and offer of an
obscene amount of money for the old hand-bound book written in a strange
alphabet she had found in her recently deceased grandmother’s collection. Not
keen on giving up such an intriguing mystery, she refuses his offer and is
surprised when he leaves the shop without even a token fuss.

Briana should
have known he would be back, but when Taron claims the book is a family
heirloom he’s been searching for and is able to perfectly describe the sole
drawing of a skeleton key contained within the book, her initial misgivings
quickly turn to excitement when she realizes that she’s on the brink of solving
the mystery of the book’s origins.

Unfortunately,
she didn’t count on others being just as interested in learning the book’s
secrets and that the price she has to pay for that knowledge is having to run
for her life. She sure as hell didn’t count on suddenly learning that dragons
are real and being dragged into a centuries-long dragon civil war by Taron, one
of those dragons shifted into human form that insists she is the key to finally
ending their stalemate.

Cristina Rayne
is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives
in West Texas with her crazy cat and about a dozen bookcases full of fantasy
worlds and steamy romances. She has a degree in Computer Science which totally
qualifies her to write romances. As Fantasy is her first love, she feels if she
can inject a little love into the fantastical, along with a few steamy scenes,
then all the better. She is also the author of the Claimed by the Elven King, Claimed
by the Elven Brothers, Riverford
Shifters, The Elven Realms, Incarnations of Myth, and The Vampire Underground series.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

My
first novel House of the Rising Son is
the story of Cheyenne, the incubus rocker, and his quest to live the life he
desires instead of the one his family has planned for him.

After
finishing the book, many people rushed to tell me they fell in love with the
sexy, reluctant hero. What made my heart sing, however, were the comments about
his relationship with his smart and quirky children. Readers wanted to know
more about them, particularly who were their mothers.

After Midnight: Prequel to House
of the Rising Son,
is a stand alone novella gives readers a peek at the vampires that bore
Cheyenne’s children.

Take peek at Trevann’s upcoming release!

After Midnight

Prequel to House of the Rising Son

Living After Midnight Series

Release date:
September 2016

Improbable love. Impossible life.
Immeasurable danger.

Jewell’s stepfather thinks she’s
worthless. She agrees. When she looks in the mirror she sees an overweight,
overemotional, overeating mess who can’t keep her fangs to herself.

Ria hails from a family of old
world vamps who'd be happy to share their wealth with her, if only she’d fall
in line. Fat chance, especially since being in that line includes not being
gay.

Being in love is easy for Ria and
Jewell—the young vampires belong together like vodka and tomato juice. Adding
Cheyenne, a talented and sexy incubus, to their union is the hot sauce in their
Bloody Mary. The only problem? Vampires and incubi are mortal enemies.

Despite the odds Ria, Jewell and
Cheyenne find their way to happiness. But Jewell is hiding a huge secret, one
that defies the laws of procreation: She’s going to have a baby.

While she tries to figure out how
to break the unbelievable news to her lovers, a horror from Jewell’s past
slithers into her present, forcing choices no one should have to make.

Will it be love or death? Happiness
or safety? She has until dawn to decide...and it's already After Midnight.

~~

Excerpt:

The choice between staying in on a Saturday
night to clean and going to see Cheyenne at his first real gig hadn’t been a
complicated decision. He was a world-class rocker who could play the guitar
like a fiend and had a voice that made you feel…everything. Or made you horny.
And fuck if she didn’t love him. Damn incubus.

She reached across him and caressed Jewell’s
side. Jewell’s eyes opened and she stared expressionless at the ceiling,
hyper-alert to danger. It always took a few moments after resurrecting for her
to remember where she was and who was with her, but since moving into their new
home it seemed to take even longer.

Ria sighed. She’d do anything if itwould help
Jewell feel safe enough to die each dawn and awaken peacefully. “All is well,
Babydoll. It’s just me. Time to rise and twinkle with the stars.”

“Already?” Jewell scrunched her eyes and
blinked as if trying to focus them.

Cheyenne lay his head on the soft swell of
Jewell’s belly. “Didn’t we just go to bed?”

Ria kissed his back and licked a slow trail
down his spine. “Hours ago. Did we tucker out the poor little sex demon?”

“Not hardly, dead girl.”

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and turned
him to face her. “That’s undead girl,
thank you.” She bit his lower lip and let it drag between her teeth. “Show us
what you’ve got left.”

~~

Trevann
Rogerswrites urban fantasy and
LGBT paranormal romances. Her stories incorporate an unquenchable addiction to
music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these
elusive creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means
Living After Midnight.

Friday, September 16, 2016

This week I read two very different books--one a dark Sci-Fi erotic romance, the other a military/suspense romance. It was a very good week. :-) Both Cynthia Sax and Rachel Lee are favorites of mine.What have you read this week?

Mayhem has spent his lengthy lifespan obeying the Humanoid Alliance's rules. Finally free from their cruel control, the cyborg warrior plans to cause chaos. He infiltrates a remote settlement, provokes the savage locals until they want him dead, and allows himself to be captured by the sexiest little Retriever he has ever laid his mechanically-enhanced eyes on.

Imee's sole mission in life is to keep her family alive. To do this, she must hunt rebels, returning them to the Humanoid Alliance's evil clutches where they will be executed. She doesn't allow herself to feel anything for her targets...until she meets a tall, muscular cyborg with wild hair and even wilder eyes.

With his sure hands, laughing lips and erotic holds, Mayhem makes Imee's body sizzle and her resistance melt. Their love is doomed. She must deliver the warrior to his death or she'll place her family's safety at risk. But she can't resist him.

Imee soon discovers that Mayhem, life, and love are never predictable.

Chasing Mayhem is Book 6 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STANDALONE story.It is also a BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

CONARD COUNTY MARINE by Rachel LeeBLURB:The arrival of a single black rose signals danger to come for Kylie Brewer. Recovering from a brutal attack that claimed three years of her memory and her chance at a promising career, Kylie just wants to pick up the remaining fragments of her life. She returns to her hometown of Conard City to live with her sister but soon learns that putting the past in its place won't be easy. Marine sergeant Evan Cooper—a trusted family friend who agrees to help Kylie—can't ignore his protective instincts. Or the steadily growing desire he feels for a woman who has overcome so much. He vows to help keep Kylie's demons at bay…but someone else has plans to finish what they started.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

I'm a big fan of
Rachel Lee's Conard County series, especially the early books. I am reading the next generation books, and while they're good, there is something very special about the earlier ones. Or maybe that's just me.These books don't seem to be available anymore, unless you can find a used paperback copy, which is too bad.Have you read this series?

EXILE'S ENDBlurb:SOMEONE WAS STALKING HIM After being held captive for four years, CIA agent Ransom Laird just wanted to enjoy the wide-open spaces and warm sunshine of Wyoming. He hadn't expected to meet a woman whose very soul touched him, warmed him-- a woman he could grow old with. And now that he'd found her, he was about to lose her to an unknown assassin. Someone who wanted Ransom dead. Someone who was willing to kill Mandy to get to him... Writer Mandy Grant saw Ransom as a wounded warrior seeking shelter within her fortress walls and herself as the lonely princess, too frightened to love. Because for Mandy, loving mean losing. And unless the stopped the killer first, they were both going to lose...

CHEROKEE THUNDERBLURB: TWO LIVES DEPENDED ON HIM Micah Parish: Deputy Sheriff. Six feet, four inches of solid muscle. Half-Cherokee. Tough, proud, a loner. Faith Williams: Mother-to-be. Fragile-looking blonde running for her life. Quiet, scared of her own shadow. Protecting the people of Conard County was deputy sheriff Micah Parish's job, but protecting Faith Williams was about to become his life's work. Pregnant, alone and stalked by her abusive ex-husband, Faith needed more than a place to hide and a strong shoulder to lean on. She needed someone to end her nightmare. And Micah needed someone to start his dream. CONARD COUNTY: Where the Wyoming sky spreads bold and blue above men and women who draw their strength from the land -- and from the bonds of love they share.

MISS EMMALINE AND THE ARCHANGELGage Dalton had been to hell and back. He knew what it was like to lose everything and had sworn never to care again. But then he met cautious, careful and proper Emmaline Conard. She was full of compassion and warmth-and she was in trouble. He couldn't imagine why she trusted him , after all she'd been through. But he vowed no one would hurt her ever again! Someone was watching her. Emma knew something bad was going to happen again.

And then Gage Dalton walked into her life and her heart. He was dangerous and unpredictable... yet he was the only man who made her feel safe and whole.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Here
is a blurb and a little backstory about my latest release, Out of the Tower.

Out
of the Tower by Candice Gilmer

Hi
there! NJ was kind enough to let me slip in here and talk about my new book
release, Out of the Tower.

This
adult version of a fairy tale was so much fun to write, and it’s a special book
for me, because it’s the first one I’ve ever self-published in both ebook and
print at the same time. And OMG, the time suck that is! WOW.

Anyway…

There’s
something amazingly gratifying about holding a book in my hand that I did
everything—the cover and the interior formatting, as well as write and edit the
book—and know that, yes, I made this.

It’s
a very special book to me. This book has been through a lot with me—a publisher,
an agent, and all the difficulties a book can go through, or so it seems. (I’m
sure there’s stuff I don’t know about yet, lol).

But
I’m pleased to say I am releasing it on the world!

Check
it out:

Nobleman
Nick von Hohburg stumbles on a girl singing high in a tower. At first, he’s
mesmerized, assuming she is an angel, for there is no way in or out of the
stone structure.

He
soon learns that his angel is a prisoner instead, trapped not only by her cruel
mother, but by the long golden hair she has to braid and care for.

When
he finds a way up, her beauty astounds him and her fresh mind intrigues him.
But he also sees her prison, and he wants her to be free.

While
innocent, Rapunzel is no angel. She would love to feel the grass between her
toes and touch the bark of a tree, but she knows she will never be able to—her
magical braids keep her trapped in the tower, regardless of how convincing her
handsome new friend is.

Nick
only has a small window of time to persuade Rapunzel to come down before her
mother return, and he finds himself in an unusual position—needing to convince
a woman to trust him.

Certainly,
Nick, a Charming Noble, could woo a peasant girl without any trouble. He was
one of the White Mountains most eligible bachelors, after all.

But
will he lose his heart to this lovely angel in the tower along the way?

Friday, September 09, 2016

This week I read APPRENTICE IN DEATH, the latest installment in J.D. Robb's In Death series. I love this series and always grab the latest book as soon as it comes out. I just can't seem to get enough Eve Dallas and Roarke. This is the 43rd book in the series and it just keeps on getting better.What are you reading this week?BLURB:Nature versus nurture...The shots came quickly, silently, and with deadly accuracy. Within seconds, three people were dead at Central Park’s ice-skating rink. The victims: a talented young skater, a doctor, and a teacher. As random as random can be.

Eve Dallas has seen a lot of killers during her time with the NYPSD but never one like this. A review of the security videos reveals that the victims were killed with a tactical laser rifle fired by a sniper, who could have been miles away when the trigger was pulled. And though the list of locations where the shooter could have set up seems endless, the number of people with that particular skill set is finite: police, military, professional killer.

Eve’s husband, Roarke, has unlimited resources—and genius—at his disposal. And when his computer program leads Eve to the location of the sniper, she learns a shocking fact: There were two—one older, one younger. Someone is being trained by an expert in the science of killing, and they have an agenda. Central Park was just a warm-up. And as another sniper attack shakes the city to its core, Eve realizes that though we’re all shaped by the people around us, there are those who are just born evil...

Wednesday, September 07, 2016

Security expert Buck’s senses are inhumanly keen,
to the point he can see through time and space, and that’s just the start of
his odd abilities—thank you, alien captors. He also experiences paranoia,
flashbacks, and the occasional hallucination—thank you, PTSD. No wonder he
fears he could hurt one of the Malcolm crewmates he lives to protect,
the closest thing to family he has left after the destruction of his home
planet.

Brilliant scientist Aleema can teach him how to use his modifications without
triggering PTSD. She’s survived the same meddling aliens and suffered even more
dramatic alterations. At least her unwanted immortality means she’s had time to
figure out how the modifications work and use the knowledge to aid other
survivors. Helping Buck means spending some serious time together.

Time enough to fall in love.

Just as happiness seems within their grasp,
Aleema realizes one of Buck’s modifications dooms him to an unthinkable future.
To save him, she must place herself in the hands of their common enemy and
leave Buck to face his worst fears without her.

If you've read the previous Chronicles of
the Malcolm books, Thrill-Kinky and Bad Kitty, you already know Buck's a little damaged. In
this book, we learn he was the victim of alien medical experiments as a POW,
and they've had lasting effects--ones that will either make him more than human
or destroy him. ScientistAleema may be the only person who can help him, but
she's been warped by the same aliens. This excerpt shows Buck and Aleema's
first meeting and it's not exactly a "cute meet" to say the least! A
combination of attraction and paranoia mark a lot of their initial
interactions.

At first glance, Aleema was good-looking, a
tall, curvy human woman with black hair brushing her shoulders and skin far
darker than Buck’s own fair complexion, though lighter than Mik, who was as
close to actual-factual black as a human got without cosmetic mods. Maybe this
gig wouldn’t be so bad. Awkward, sure, telling his woes to a complete stranger
and a pretty one at that, but at least he’d have something nice to look at
while he was getting his head shrunk.

Then he took a second look.

She had human features, human coloring. But
her eyes were solid black and when she extended her arms to hug Gan, Buck saw
her left hand had webbed fingers like a Seera. She had only five fingers, like
a proper human hand, not seven, but it was close enough to a Seera to register
as a threat. He reached for his laserpistol before he could stop himself.

The voices in his head screamed no.

Not his conscience, although that was
making some noise about the notion of shooting a friend of Gan’s in cold blood,
but the voices in his head, the horrors that more often than not prompted him
to do stupidly violent things.

This time, the horrors were reminding him
of things he’d rather forget about his time as a prisoner of the Seera. The
experiments they’d performed on him and other captured soldiers. Stars, the
things they did to themselves sometimes, just for fun or curiosity, best as
he’d been able to figure out. A Seera scientist never met a natural body that
couldn’t be “improved” in some way.

If Aleema was a survivor of a Seera
experiment herself, one worse than what he’d undergone or at least leaving more
obvious traces, it made sense why Gan wanted them to meet.

Buck was still creepified, but he’d give
her a chance.

He could always shoot her later.

Aleema peered cautiously out the door,
checking all directions and, not for the first time, thanking the stars for the
irony that the modifications that made her caution necessary also made it
easier by improving her field of vision and heightening all her senses. It had
been years since anyone other than bored teenagers had messed with her, and the
teens had confined themselves to painting rude slurs on her housepod. Her
neighbors were used to her odd appearance and as long as she wore gloves and
dark glasses or contact lenses, she could move about freely in other areas. She
probably wouldn’t get harassed if she omitted the gloves and glasses—she wasn’t
the only Seera survivor in Naxos City with some visible effects—but her mods
were extensive enough they made people notice her, and that was never a good
idea. If people paid too much attention, they might pick up that she didn’t
age, even as much as people addicted to vanity regens inevitably did.

Besides, it never hurt to take precautions.
Over the long years, a lot of people had tried to kill her. They hadn’t
succeeded, of course, but the attempts still hurt. She might heal faster than
unmodified humans, but she felt pain just as keenly.

Gan was waiting outside, just like he’d
commed that he would be, his human husband by his side. A bearded human male,
scruffy and scarred, paced back and forth behind them as if guarding the rear.
He had the posture of a soldier and was assessing the street for threats even
more obviously than she had been. It had to be Buck, the man Gan hoped she
could counsel.

Assuming he was Buck, he screamed armed
and dangerous. He didn’t have a weapon visible, out of respect for local
laws, but she could tell he was carrying. He hid it well, but her vision was
keener than most, saw things it wasn’t supposed to notice.

And marling stars, he was attractive,
though he seemed to be going out of his way to hide it, with the messy brown
hair and untrimmed beard. His faded red clingshirt stretched over a broad chest
that a loose olive jacket did little to conceal. She knew from Gan’s coms that
Buck’s baggy olive trousers—some planet’s military surplus, she guessed—hid a
prosthetic leg, but she wouldn’t have suspected from the way the man moved.

She took all that data in and analyzed it
in the short time it took her to walk toward Gan, another blessing and curse of
being who and what she was. She wasn’t a cyborg—though people who had the good
fortune to be unfamiliar with the Seera sometimes thought she might be one of
those rare flesh-machine hybrids—but both her senses and her thought processes
ran far faster than the norm.

Which meant that even while she gave Gan a
big hug, taking in his pleasant, familiar smell of milk and sunshine, she
remained vigilant. Remained aware.

Took in that Buck had noticed her eyes and
her hand. Registered that he twitched toward the laserpistol concealed by the
baggy jacket, but stopped himself.

Noticed the quick terror that passed over
his face and the confused calm that followed it, like an order no one else
could hear had squashed his momentary urge toward violence.

Stars, he was like her, as Gan had hoped
and feared. The Seera hadn’t gotten as far with him in ways visible to the
naked eye, but he’d had a lot less time to adapt to the ways his brain and body
were no longer quite his.

With any luck, she could buy him the time
he needed.

Author
Bio: Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories
in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica,
she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but sexy science fiction
romances, BDSM-spiced contemporaries, and hot paranormals, and have become her
favorites.

Teresa is a crunchy granola girl who enjoys
belly dance, yoga, cooking, hiking, playing in the ocean, and growing more
vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat. She’d enjoy sleeping too.
She thinks. But it takes so much time!

She shares her home in southern
Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and three cats. She
and her husband often plan vacations around food, history, and/or proximity to
water.

Thursday, September 01, 2016

The September 2016 issue of AWAKENING DESIRES—the Newsletter of Romance Author N.J. Walters—is now available.Lots of exciting news to share!Be sure to check out
all the latest news and an new excerpt from Wolf at the Door, the book that started the Salvation Pack series.As always, some lucky newsletter subscriber wins a prize. All you have to do to be eligible to win is go to Awakening Desires Newsletter and join. While you’re there, you can check out back issues of the newsletter.